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Having only been settled in Klover for the past two years, Leah had nonetheless found it easy to assess everything that the town had to offer and decide on some places to make her presence known. The purpose of having old haunts was to already establish yourself in a place with those familiar with it, and Leah had several of those. Tonight, however, she was interested in something a little different.
It was for this reason that she’d stepped long legs out of her town car to go to a club she’d never been to before, it already chalking up a point in its favor when the bouncer took one look at her and ushered her in, ignoring the line of people. Once inside Leah was quick to discover that it was just as chic as she had heard and read, a mirror reflected ceiling throwing purple and blue lights around the dark space. People were everywhere, it being a Saturday night after all.
Her lacy heels were navy like the tight denim dress that clung to her form, off the shoulder and low cut, and her inky hair fell loose and easy around her shoulders. The first thing that Leah does once inside is order two shots of their top shelf vodka, downing them quickly to get her night started. An unexpectedly large fan of eating after she had been drinking rather than before, the spirits didn’t take long to zing through her blood stream, though she wasn’t quite where she wanted to be yet.
Ordering one more, Leah felt a large warm presence slide in next to her at the bar, cutting a curious and assessing gaze their way immediately. What she saw could not help but to incite an immediate spark in her eyes.
Blinking at him before he spoke, Leah did instead. “I’m waiting.” She proffers as an explanation, mischievous grin turning her lips. “For you to order your drink, so I can find out if the drink matches the man. Go ahead, don’t let me get in the way.”
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Not many nights passed by where Elijah was a free man so he was going to make the most of the beautiful night ahead, knowing he held no responsibilities in the morning. Plans were to head out with the boys, grab some drinks, flirt around and make his way back to his bed. By the time the evening rolled around, the plans had altered and Elijah was making way to an upcoming club. Whilst he’d heard good things, clubs weren’t really his scene but it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make the most.
Suited up in a casual beige blazer, blue jeans, Elijah forgot what his wardrobe looked like outside of his uniform or sweatpants.
At the entrance of the club, he greeted the security guard, an old friend of his. They exchanged small talk before he entered into the club. The bass of the speakers caused the floor beneath him to vibrate, the room was crowded which made it that much more difficult to find his friends. Fuck it, drink it was. He squeezed through to the bar, slightly nudging against another. His eyes darted to the her, an apologetic expression shared. His lip slightly parted but he was beaten to the punch,
The corner of Elijah’s lip curved slightly into a hinted smirk as his eyes looked down for a moment before glancing over to meet the woman’s gaze by his side. “Oh so chivalrous.” He responded, giving the dark haired woman a head nod. “Well why don’t you go ahead and guess the drink I would order, and I’ll let you know if it does ‘match the man’ as you put it.” His head turned to one of the waiters, grabbing hold of their attention. “In return, I’ll guess yours.” He held his smirk, returning to gaze at the gorgeous woman by his side.
